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Back in black

May 06, 2011 01:51

Who: Flynn. Kevin Flynn. And anyone else.
Where: Wandering around the City
What: Daddy's back?
Warnings: That would depend on who tags, in some cases, but it shouldn't get worse than blame, self-blame, and angst.

( Outta sight. )

kevin flynn (creator_man), !open, yori (yorisearching), rinzler/tron (tronzler), roy 'ram' kleinberg (ourliloperation), anon (voiceless_anon), location: tron city, rinzy (rinz_kitty)

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tronzler May 6 2011, 02:44:24 UTC

He was being tracked. He had been for a while, most of the last zone at least.

The program who was no longer Rinzler, but not really Tron either (and knew that he was going to have to find a name eventually) wasn't entirely sure how to approach the man, nor, in fact, if he really wanted to just yet.

Granted, he didn't suspect that he'd gone unnoticed, and so it wasn't long before he moved ahead, sliding down and just standing in the walkway not too far off, moving easily enough that he might almost seem to have simply appeared there, circuits glowing a dull, bruised purple. Just waiting.

creator_man May 6 2011, 10:06:30 UTC

So long as he wasn't attacked, he would leave whoever was following him at peace. He did not know what the situation here in the City was, not now, and he wasn't going to presume hostility until it was shown. They were his programs all.

And then there he was. His old friend, maybe. The terror of the Gaming Grid, maybe. He wasn't attacking now, and he was alone, and the color of his circuits suggested something different from what he had seen ever before.

But Flynn couldn't resist. He smiled gently, because this program here had risked his life for his too many times to merit doubt, and his voice soft, even if it carried. "Greeting, program."

tronzler May 6 2011, 13:50:42 UTC

"Greetings, Flynn." Some of his memories were still muddled and fragmented, some of them lost completely even now, but that at least wasn't one of them, there was no mistaking the Creator for anyone else.

He studied the man intently for a long moment before stating the obvious: "You've returned." Somehow it was almost a question. Almost, but not quite.

creator_man May 6 2011, 19:38:16 UTC

Flynn's face broke into a small smile. It was at least some of his old friend, there, not completely trapped by whatever else he had become. It was... a relief. A good thing.

"It seems so. And a good thing there is what to return to." His eyes traced over the city's features, as they could be seen from here. "Have you been... here long?"

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yorisearching May 6 2011, 04:53:05 UTC

While Yori would normally have been keeping a close eye out for newcomers, she'd grown distracted in a damaged sector near the edge of the city ( ... )

creator_man May 6 2011, 10:17:00 UTC

It was difficult to recognize identity just looking at somebody's figure from the back, and yet Flynn was aware this one was familiar, tugging at his heart and memory alike. He couldn't go on and ignore her, nor was he in any particular hurry to want to.

Instead, he started slowly making his way through the wreckage instead of around it, until he was nearer, the way the faint light caught in the program's hair hauntingly known, still. But the name escaped him, closed away with a face he'd known he was unlikely to see again. So instead of the name, he spoke something else.

"Even in ruins, it has its own beauty, does it not?" And speaking it, he realized that it had been the work of ISOs. The ones who were gone for a thousand cycles and more, or had been, and his eyes widened slightly with the thought.

yorisearching May 6 2011, 16:28:23 UTC

The unexpected sound of a voice, too close, too much like Clu, jolted Yori into a panicked scramble for better footing without regard for the meaning of the words. She leaped to a halfway stable ledge even as her right hand closed on her disk, data shifting under her feet.

But recognition set in as she turned, and her hand came back empty. Not the familiar and now-tainted face of the User who had built the Grid, but the grayed version she'd seen so briefly on his disk.

"Flynn," she acknowledged. The edge of startled fear hadn't quite faded, mixing into the complicated mess of distant resentment and fresh weariness. It was hard to feel properly relieved.

"It's--good to see you." Honest, though that took her more effort than it probably should.

creator_man May 6 2011, 20:34:24 UTC

When she turned, when she spoke... The name... names came back to him in a flash. The memories. His face softened even more, and he took a step closer ( ... )

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i am so sorry for killing your mood X_X rinz_kitty May 8 2011, 22:17:09 UTC

"Rrreowr?"

And have a cute little kitten interrupting your thoughts, Flynn. He sat on his back legs, head canted to the side slightly as his orange ringed tail flicked back and forth. His feelings towards Users have changed considerably since adopting Roy, though his directives to CAPTURE OR KILL USER KEVIN FLYNN are still in place.

Those directives don't do much good when you're just a kitten, however. Rinzy learned the hard way that he can't do much his size. If he was nearly killed by Gridbugs, he doesn't stand much of a chance against a real opponent.

Which mood-- oh, you mean the heartbreak and guilt? ... You are forgiven! creator_man May 8 2011, 23:27:46 UTC

Flynn stops in mid-stride, surprised by the unexpected sound. There are no animals in the Grid, at least he didn't code any, and so a cat is very much startling.

A cat with familiar colors and, now that he thinks about it, familiar sound, even if from very briefly? That was doubly so.

He knelt carefully beside the now-little program, watching him with honest curiosity. "Hello, little friend."

have some fluff instead XD rinz_kitty May 8 2011, 23:34:37 UTC

Rinzy 'rrrr's quietly, stepping closer hesitantly. He paws at his head, trying to decide what to do. He really ought to...

What? Bring you to Clu? Obviously that's not an option, yet still his CPU screams at him to do so.

... if I MUST... :P creator_man May 10 2011, 03:59:21 UTC

This was... startling, yes. And yet at the same time so very ... so very cute. His eyebrows lifted a little at the pawing, but instead he reached to run his hand along the back of the kitty-program, slow and gentle.

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Hi Dad! voiceless_anon May 10 2011, 22:52:19 UTC

Anon had decided a while back that the Outlands were in as much need of mapping as, if not more so than, Tron City. Given that he had one of the old-style bikes, it made logical sense for him to take on the task.

Having just completed the area he'd intended to map this millicycle, Anon was swinging back in the direction of the City when a flash of white caugh his eye. White? Out here, where the skies were dark and the rocks were darker?

He changed directions, heading for the patch of white. His lightcycle bounced up the slope to the rock outcropping, and he slowed as he approached the program - for program it must be, although he'd never seen one quite like this before. Anon managed to stop the bike without too much of a wobble, and only looked up at the program when his 'cycle derezzed neatly into its baton form.

His eyes, concealed by his helmet, widened.

Hey, kiddo! creator_man May 11 2011, 22:11:56 UTC

The motion of the lightcycle caught Flynn's attention as he walked among the rocks. For a moment, he blinked at himself. Why hadn't he made one for himself to speed his journey towards the city? He knew he could, but it hadn't occurred to him. Something bothered him about that thought, but he let it go for now. His mind would return to it, surely.

And then the rider resolved himself into a familiar figure (then again, most figures here would be, he thought), and he smiled slowly, surprised. Quorra had seen this one derez, after he had saved her, and Flynn knew that it was something which haunted her... had haunted her when she'd been there, still. And yet, here he was.

"Greetings, Anon. You've... wandered quite a way."

Re: Hey, kiddo! voiceless_anon May 14 2011, 18:42:09 UTC

Anon inclined his head in greeting, then shrugged. As far as he understood the statement, the Creator was surprised to see him so far from the city. Too young to understand the subtleties and idiosyncrasies of Users, most of the implications went right over his head.

Instead, he looked up at the light of the Portal, hanging overhead, and then back at Flynn. He'd heard that the Reintegration had killed both Flynn and Clu - but perhaps this was an earlier version of the User? This new Grid could be very confusing.

creator_man May 15 2011, 04:46:22 UTC

Flynn followed the program's look, then looked out in the distance again. "Yeah, I don't know what happened exactly, either. I wasn't supposed to survive, except I woke up, from what I can tell, less than a milli-cycle later out here, remembering next to nothing."

He shrugged. It had taken him this long to piece himself back together, especially with his disc gone. "My guess was when the energy released from the reintegration hit the energy that the activated Portal was running, the coding messed up and things got mangled up. It's not supposed to look like that, either."

No, he didn't know yet just how messed up things had gotten.

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roy cans has ram+flynn+rinzy for life? :3 / glad we finally get to interact! :D ourliloperation May 17 2011, 04:28:38 UTC

Roy was clearly on the Grid a bit longer than what he had anticipated but with taking care of Rinzy, his actuary programs, as well as being deep into learning about the mysteries of the Grid (he echoed the word in his head, which caused him to grin), Roy hadn't really noticed (or cared to) the small scruff forming on his face.

Currently, he had his hoodie wrapped on him, the hood lying across his back, as he was trekking across the city, noticing the Portal's light in the distance. Roy knew he had to get home to work, to Alan....Sam... The names put to the faces brought a smile but would soon dissolve into a pensive look of nostalgia as he began to think of Alan and Kevin.

Kevin. Mr. Hotshot-CEO-turned-MIA Flynn. Who, because ROY wasn't paying attention, soon rammed into... "Woah! Sorry!"

:) creator_man May 17 2011, 04:48:55 UTC

"Happens, man. I was the one who suddenly stopped walking, after all." He had, noticing a building with a familiar pattern which he hadn't expected to see again.

Only then he looked back, and his eyebrows drew up. "Or... it hasn't happened in quite a while."

:) is now 0_0 for roy (and now I'm gonna steal a moment from Legacy, kthx) ourliloperation May 17 2011, 05:00:14 UTC

That voice.

That *unmistakable* voice.

Roy's eyes, heck, his whole BODY, went from peaceful to pieces. This had to be a dream - he chuckled instantly at that notion because Roy knew that he had thought the same thing about the Grid.

"Kevin."

A trembling hand went up to the man's face, touching it gently, feeling the warm skin, leaving Roy to gasp softly as a few tears ran down his face.

"You're alive...." A pause. "and old."

Oh ROY creator_man May 17 2011, 22:10:28 UTC

"Yeah..." He left the shorter man touch him, turning more fully towards him, tilting his face down, eyes not straying from the light blue ones, once so bright and hopeful, and now tired, brimming.

"Roy." In turn, he reached up, clasped his shoulder, then laid his palm along his friend's chin, his thumb swiping sideways, clearing the moisture from one cheek, if only for a little while. "No need for tears, man. Crying's for the dead, and I am actually... alive. And here." Slowly, a smile smoothed his own features. "And very, very glad to see you." After so long.

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